Won't You Pull Out the Needle?

Moyu had not expected Illumi to appear.

After all, the Zoldyck Family had already sent Tsubone to Heavens Arena to secretly protect Killua.

Under these circumstances, Illumi being here was rather illogical.

But when Moyu considered Illumi's "little-brother complex," he understood. He assumed Illumi had merely come to visit Killua by chance.

Before Moyu could think any further, the more than thirty Needle People around him suddenly moved.

Under the Nen transmission from the Ball-Headed Needles, a thin layer of Nen shimmered over the Needle People's bodies.

This Nen not only controlled them, but also enhanced their offensive power.

Tap tap tap—!

The Needle People's legs swung inward and outward as they charged at Moyu in bizarre postures.

He really holds a grudge. Not Zoldyck Family style at all.

Moyu sighed inwardly.

In his view, Illumi, who had come to Heavens Arena to visit Killua, had suddenly ordered the Needle People to surround and attack him at this moment...

To take revenge for what had happened at the restaurant last time.

But Moyu had clearly only fought back because he had been forced to.

If it had been Silva, he would probably have cared only about the commission and never settled scores afterward.

Let alone Zeno, who had been in the business for sixty years.

Killua's grandfather had never killed anyone other than a "commission target" throughout his career.

In a world where the assassin profession was legal, his professional ethics were plain to see.

Yet among Killua's generation, someone as dangerous as Illumi had appeared.

In order to kill Moyu here, he had controlled more than forty innocent passersby with Ball-Headed Needles without the slightest mental burden.

Facing the somewhat formidable Needle People rushing at him from every direction, Moyu sighed at Illumi's grudge-bearing nature and immediately used *Soul